AdvertisementThere was the man who took me to a Chinese restaurant in Studio City and refused to let me order. (I thought at first he might be trying to kiss me, but in retrospect, I think it was a graceless attempt at chivalry. He’d even bought himself rollerblades because he knew how much I enjoyed gliding along the bike path in Venice Beach. Thinking he meant Venice, Calif., I smiled and said, “We can go anytime. “I meant Venice, Italy.”As we gazed upon the Bridge of Sighs in Venice, he promised more adventures as he proposed.

Source: Los Angeles Times August 07, 2021 14:03 UTC